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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 While the societal climate between Dominants and Submissives remains somewhat neutral throughout Duplicity, there has been the occasional whisper of defiance and call for equality. Yet, demonstrations and visible proof of this unhappiness spreads faster by word of mouth on a day exactly when you need it most. Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that is never in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its lucrative location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, I choose the third door will get you inside and into the temporary freedom club Autonomy has to offer. In this circle, there are no assigned designations and no consequences for taking a role that isn't the one given by society. So, a Dominant may become the Submissive they've always wanted to be—or vice versa. Dominants and Submissives alike are able to mingle without repercussion and be themselves. Food, drinks, and private areas for more intimate – or if your preference is sexual – encounters are provided. Donations are accepted at any point during the night to further Autonomy's attempts of spreading the fulfillment that comes from being untitled. On the night you choose to visit, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, you have the choice of submitting your name into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, a message will pop up on your device with the name and information of your partner, and whether or not you choose to meet them is purely at your discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either. |
 Gratification of being a successful Dominant or Submissive isn't necessarily simple. Learning curves are to be made, and mistakes will happen. Led by a Dominant and Submissive couple – Miriam and Victoria, who have been paired for twenty-two years – a monthly meeting for unattached Dominants and Submissives is held in the conference room of Morning Wood motel in the Down. The meeting starts a few minutes after nine and has no designated end time. The couple introduce themselves and explain the purpose of the meeting: learn the proper method for a new kink and possibly find your perfect partner. The space is intimate and well-stocked with refreshments. To begin, Victoria, while blindfolded, balances on her hands and knees with her back perfectly level. Her partner, when ready, places various items on the level surface–a full cup, a plate. The Submissive is meant to hold the items until the Dominant believes she's reached her limit. The exercise is one of trust and understanding. The demonstration is a short one, followed by Miriam removing the blindfold and soothing her Submissive. The words are whispered low and with care, clearly a method that is specific to this couple. The process is concluded with the pair handing out workups, videos, and answering questions. Anyone wishing to practice Purposeful Submission can do so in the open room with a random volunteer, aided by the couple, or can find someone to take to one of the rented rooms. Sex may follow any scene but is not necessarily included. Experimenting with unattached Dominants and Submissives allows for new relationships to form. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles based on birthdays; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chose "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of January to June, their designation will be Dominant. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of July to December, their designation will be Submissive. For characters with an unknown birthday, their designation will be Dominant. Arrival into Duplicity has not been used as a prompt as it is a rather large part of introducing the game and will be saved for the first in-game log. But feel free to thread it on the TDM. Also, any locations throughout Duplicity are available for TDM prompts as well! Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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does he believe Waver? maybe, but that doesn't mean he'll let go. ]
If not you, then the clan you belong to.
[ he doesn't feel enough of an energy coming from this kid to believe him capable of summoning and maintaining a spirit like him, anyway. ]
What are your plans?
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[ He was going to say he doesn't really belong to any mage family, but it doesn't matter at this point. He shakes his head, hard, wisps of dark hair sticking to his flushed cheeks. It's hot in here, packed with bodies. He feels trapped, the noise loud and distracting, and this guy -- Servant?! -- still hasn't let go.
Another, weaker twist of his wrists this time. The anger is starting to fade away, leaving only the shock and frustration, and maybe a tinge of fear. ]
What are you talking about? What are your plans? How are you even here?
[ He looks around, but through the swath of bodies and at his height, it's not like he could really see even if he knew who he was looking for. He can't feel another mage nearby, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. ]
Where is your Master?
[ And moreover, if there's a Servant here, are there others? Is there another war? Too many questions. He can't think in this din. ]
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nah. ]
Hoping you'd be able to answer me that riddle, kid.
[ alright, they can't keep continuing to try and talk in this place, it's too crowded. so Lancer is just going to straighten up, pulling Waver along by an arm through the crowd, to somewhere a little more secluded. ]
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H-hey! [ Waver stumbles after him, protesting out of frustration at being maneuvered along like a child or a pet. He would have followed on his own!
Probably.
They duck together into one of the private rooms, which is at once a relief away from the noise and the crowd-- but also a completely different source of worry now. ]
What do you want from me?
[ Waver's stopped struggling, knowing it's useless and he's only embarrassing himself, but it's clear he's only barely restraining himself. He still looks spooked. And irritated. ]
I told you I don't know how you're even here. I didn't think it was possible!
How can you not know who summoned you?
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lancer finally lets go of the kid, but he is going to position himself between him and the door, both hands on either side of his hips.
seriously... does he really not know anything? he just looks stressed out and scared. ]
Well, see, I do believe you.
I wouldn't have thought you knew anything at all, considering how faint an energy you have, but.. what a disappointment, huh?
[ scratching his head, lancer looks down at him with an expression that clearly says, 'the hell am I gonna do with you'. ]
You must have some theories about this whole mess, at least. Isn't that what you magi do? Theorize?
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Not much he can do about it right now. Waver opts instead to take a few steps back, sullenly rubbing his wrist, even though it's not hurt or anything.
The comment about how weak his magic feels earns the strange Servant a wounded, indignant glare. Not the first time Waver's been called a disappointment, but he doesn't feel he deserves it at all in this case. There's no way he could have known or done anything else in this place for many reasons: chief of which being that he doesn't even know how he got here or why. ]
You dragged me in here to ask if I have any theories?
[ Well. Better than being dragged in here for most other reasons, but he's still annoyed it had to be done that way. He's just as eager to understand what's happening and he would have been fine with having a conversation, but this guy's attitude just pisses Waver off. ]
Well, I guess you'll just have to be disappointed again because -- apart from this obviously being some sort of alternate world from the Earth we know, and I don't even want to get into alternate timestream or dimensional theories -- I really have no idea.
Until five minutes ago, I didn't even know Servants could be summoned to this place.
And as far as I know, regardless of where we are, it shouldn't be possible to summon a Servant without that Servant knowing you summoned him! So either you're lying to me, or there's something else going on.
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but then Lancer is a giant manchild himself, so, who's keeping the score?? ]
What? You'd rather I dragged you in here for other things?
[ bro...
In any case, he thinks about what waver is saying, tapping his chin with a finger and staring down at him thoughtfully. ]
I'm not lying to you.
I remember the Grail War I was participating in... It wasn't over yet. [ he had, after all, died though. Wonder if that has any effects on being summoned to this place? He decides to not share overmuch on that, until later. ]
There's something else binding me to this place. Something different from the usual rules.
And if that's true, and we Servants do not require a master to maintain our existence here, you and I can't be the only ones around this city.
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He shakes his head. ]
You would be able to tell better than I could what is binding you here. You aren't relying on mana from a Master to maintain your form? How long have you been here? Have you noticed some other source of energy if you're just wandering around Masterless?
[ He asks a lot of questions. ]
Can't might be too strong a word. What you're trying to say is that it's statistically likely, considering whatever pulls people into his place has already connected to our plane more than once.
...though it seems at different times.
What year was it when you were summoned back on Earth? Who was your Master then?
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Long enough to figure that out. I got nothing.
[ perhaps it's due to the lore surrounding him as to the nature of his death, but Lancer is pretty resilient when it came down to staying alive. Usually, most Servants won't be able to maintain physical form for so long without the mana supply from a magus, or the Grail.
... In any case, that's a lot of questions there, kid.
Instead of answering the last two, he reaches out and pinches the tip of waver's nose, though not hard. ]
Now you start thinking like a proper magus, huh? Not a little kid at all.
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[ ??!!!
He got kind of used to Rider flicking his forehead or just sort of carting him around, but this is a first. Waver freezes up for a moment, round-eyed and flustered, so startled he doesn't even pull away immediately. ]
I'm not-- [ he finally lifts a hand to smack away the offending nose-pincher ] --a kid!
Stop messing around, you jackass. This is serious!
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Lancer grins as he pulls away, shaking off the smack. He barely even felt it... ]
Yeah, yeah ...
[ it is serious though, even though lancer does not voice it out loud. He isn't quite human, not in the way mortals are, but he is no longer bound by the systems of the holy grail - what does that make him now, exactly?
he can still use his noble phantasm, that is for sure; even without having to materialise it, the cursed spear lingers, a ghostly presence, like an invisible line of electricity.
not knowing how much time he has left to sustain himself, lancer will have to wait on testing whether his gut feelings are right. until he finds himself a new source of mana, of course. ]
Connected through to our plane... Pulling in people regardless of time and space.
Sound pretty damn familiar.
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He tucks his hair behind his ears; one side immediately slides free. ]
It would, huh? To a being like you.
But you haven't been summoned by a Master, and you made it seem like you don't know what's connecting you here, either. You'd know if it was the Grail. You'd know enough general information about this world in that case too, right?
[ That had been the case in his experience. ]
Can you still dematerialize? Use your noble phantasm? Though if you don't have a proper anchor, maybe it'd be too difficult to generate enough mana...?
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Lancer makes a faint, thoughtful sound in his throat, almost an agreement; it's kind of funny how their thoughts both ran along in the same direction at the same time. ]
I haven't tried yet, so I don't know for sure.
It would be troublesome if it ended up draining more mana than what I need, after all. And it's not like I know how long I've got, either.
[ without the anchor, would he end up disappearing?
Glancing down at Waver, Lancer's eyes narrow a fraction, as if gauging options in his head. ]
Hey. Wanna help me out, then?
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You could stay in spirit form unless you need to materialize. That should use up less energy, in case you--
[ Pause.
The Servant has just said something. Waver looks up suddenly, blinking several times and trying to decide if he misheard or if he just misunderstood or if he's being... propositioned ???
His brow furrows, lips pressed into a small, uncertain frown. ]
Help you with... what, exactly?
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Testing.
[ dematerialising was an option, yes, but that was only going to be a temporary solution; eventually it would run out regardless, and maintaining his existence in such a half-assed form, without opportunities to defend himself, wasn't what lancer was looking for. It was a coward's way out, a weaker choice out of the two.
Takes another step closer, he grins - carefree and easy, though he doesn't think that's any more calming for the boy in front of him. ]
I'm not looking to just exist, you know.
[ the tone is almost admonishing, but the hand that reaches out is surprisingly careful, a stark difference from earlier. Lancer takes hold of the stray hairs that's fallen forward and tucks it back behind his ear again. ]
I'm looking to live.
[ the hand strays to his jaw, tilting it upwards. Even though he seems weak, he doesn't need much; just a little bit of mana will do.
Leaning in, Lancer fits their mouths together without hesitation; the fingers on his jaw will tighten just a fraction, keeping him from pulling away. ]
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Waver does not need to ask again what it is he's looking to test, or how-- and as the Servant approaches, red eyes strangely luminescent in the low, ambient lighting, Waver finds himself backing up a step into the wall at his back.
His heart is beating suddenly in his throat, pulse spiking as the Servant reaches for him. The fingertips that brush his cheek are surprisingly warm. ]
W-wait--
[ It's the moment Waver opens his mouth that he leans down, lips covering Waver's squeak of protest before it can quite escape. Just as the fingers tighten on his jaw before he can tilt his head away, firm enough to hold but not hurt.
One small hand catches at Lancer's forearm, fingers curling around the curve of taut muscle beneath his sleeve like he might try to pull or scratch, but in his shock at the first touch of their mouths pressing together, Waver manages neither. ]
i need jesus over here
Lancer just laughs quietly into the join of their mouths - a huff of breath that's almost caught in his throat, travelling up from his chest in a deep rumble - and presses up against Waver a little more firmly, effectively trapping him that much more securely against the wall behind him. the weak pressure of his hand against his arm goes unnoticed for the most part, Lancer's attention mainly caught on coaxing his mouth to part open further so he can lick in to the warm depth of the other's mouth without hesitation.
it's not unorthodox, to share mana in this way. even without the bonds of Master and Servant between them, the prickle of sensation along his spine and where their bodies are pressed together as the mana starts to sluggishly flow, it's unmistakable. not enough for lancer to be satisfied quite yet, though.
calloused palm presses against the curve of his jaw, cupping Waver's face as he pulls back a hair's breadth away, half-lidded eyes studying the expression on the other's face carefully, though without too much interest. ]
too close cu LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS
Waver's fingers tighten, sliding down for better purchase to the Servant's wrist beneath his jaw, blunt nails digging into skin just enough to be felt as his back is pressed flush against the wall. Lancer's tongue slides between Waver's lips, hot and wet, drawing a small whine of a noise from the young mage--
And the shock of it is a spark, a flash of heat and energy that zings down his spine and curls through Waver's veins to settle low in his gut. His breathing stutters, and so does his pulse.
One rough palm cups the side of his jaw, encouraging his head to tip, holding him in place while the Servant's tongue licks deeper into his mouth and time feels slower and all too fast at once, like he's frozen, he can't move, can't react because he doesn't know how.
He should struggle. Push the strange Servant away. Yell at him, get mad--
But when he pulls away, Waver just stares back, wide-eyed and breathless, mouth still half-open and wet. His heart is pounding in his ears. ]
Y-You...
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What are you doing?! You can't just--
I didn't say--!
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he looks unimpressed for the most part as Waver's nails scratch his skin, digging into his wrist, and he suffers the treatment for a little while (much like ignoring a small, fluffy kitten trying its best to attack you) before he decides that he's had enough. with a simple twist of his arm, he wraps his hand around the other's wrist once more and presses forward, breath hot in the scant space between them. ]
I can't just, what?
[ he licks across his lower lip quickly, chasing the last fragments of magic, the tip of his tongue tingling slightly.
privately, Lancer decides that he liked the look on Waver's face better before he got angry again. Not that this is not amusing in itself, mind you... ]
Isn't it obvious what I'm doing?
cw dubcon......
Y-you can't just--
[ Lancer's tongue swipes across Waver's lips, leaving his mouth wet, half-muffling his protests. Waver turns his face away, and this time shoves his free arm against the Servant's chest; it feels like trying to elbow a brick wall (albeit a slightly smaller one than Rider). ]
--just decide on your own!
[ The thought of Rider just upsets him further.
Why this Servant? Why was this asshole here and not the Servant Waver wants to see again? It isn't fair. ]
Stop being so selfish. I don't even know anything about you! You can't just say I have to help you now.
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Why not?
[ a breathy laugh escape him; what a question, and at such timing, too. Lancer cants his hips slightly, getting a knee up between the other's legs ... he's quite short, isn't he? so he is just going to bring Waver up to nearly his eye-level, the jumper catching against the rough wall behind him as he is dragged up. they are pressed chest-to-hip now, almost. ]
You really think someone like you can order me around?
[ clearly, with the flippant tone of his voice, he thinks otherwise.
but it's going to be an annoying business to continue on if he's going to keep struggling, even though he would be able to easily discourage that. he can feel a faint pulse of magical energy from the other, spiking sharply with the stutter of his pulse that he can feel flowing under the thin, delicate skin of his wrists. ]
You're not my master. You're just some twerp. What can you do?
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[ Even if he wasn't a Servant, just judging by the physical difference in strength between them, Waver knows he won't be able to escape the grip. He squirms anyway, fingers twitching and hands twisting a little even as his wrists are pinned against the wall. ]
Dammit, listen to me, you--
[ Fuck.
Waver gasps aloud, mouth dropping open and eyes going momentarily glassy at the pressure and the friction, the knee between his thighs leveraging him up until his toes barely reach the floor. His voice catches in his throat on the next inhale, sticking there as his chest rises and falls shallowly, too-fast, legs trembling. ]
A-ah...
[ The noise is a whimper, barely-voiced. Waver's thighs squeeze around the Servant's knee on instinct, caught between pleasure and fear, trying to keep his balance when he can barely reach the floor. Like this, he can't really squirm or struggle. Pinned, like a butterfly against a board. ]
I'm not--
It's just--
[ His heart is pounding so loudly in his head, he's almost certain it must be echoing through the entire room, certain Lancer can feel it when he presses their chests together, even through his clothes.
His Adam's apple bobs along the dark line down the center of his throat when he swallows, pulse fluttering visibly beneath the heat of Lancer's breath spilling across his skin. ]
You- you're... hurting me.
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The breathy sound from the other makes him take a deep breath, mouth parting against the hot skin, and he imagines he can almost taste it, the sharp tang of fear. It's not a pleasant thing; he isn't used to resistance like this, and he isn't someone that would keep pursuing a trail of cold scent. Besides, if he pressed on, then he wouldn't be any better than those common thugs he detested.
With a last, sharp exhale, almost a sigh, he pulls away, brows drawn over hooded eyes. ]
Hurting you, am I?
[ letting go of waver's wrists, he sets him back down onto the ground, taking a few steps back. ]
Fine. I went too far. I apologise.
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The question elicits another quiet noise and a faint nod. Waver only meets his eyes for a moment, far-away and foggy, looking a little... lost. He thinks he should be angry, but for some reason, he can't muster it. Shock, perhaps. Something else? His hands, when released, move quickly to tug his sweater down in front.
He doesn't move when he's let down. Waver leans back against the wall, breathing fast and shaky, feeling like his legs won't hold him yet. ]
You should. [ He can't look up yet, doesn't want to meet his eyes. His voice trembles slightly at the edges, rising in pitch as he continues to glare down at his own hands white-knuckled on the hem of the sweater covering his lap. ]
You should apologize. What the hell was that?!
You can't just do that. You stupid... idiot...
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waggles eyebrows
eyebrows of sin
that's how I roll, baby
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